Kouma had to peer down her nose to catch a glimpse of his bearded face. She would normally tower over his 5’2? frame. But now, in the five inch he...ls, she could barely see his bushy eyebrows. The collar wouldn’t permit her to gaze any lower.She felt the nipple of a water bottle slip between her grimacing lips. As the fluid streamed in, she swallowed without the use of her tongue. It was a talent she’d been forced to acquire early on in her captivity. She longed to lick her parched lips,. Sitting in the dusty living room of the haunted house illuminated by a gas lantern, the rope, the hammer that had nailed in the rope and the bloody knife laid out between me and my two old friends like an arrangement of exhibits at a trial, I waited for George, the smartest and most level headed of our little clique, to speak."He didn't do it," she said."I'd love to believe that," I replied."He didn't do it," she repeated angrily. "He said he did, and then I got him normal. Micah was out of his. My cock hardens slightly as I picture this gorgeous young Spanish mother who always wears her black yoga pants and red tank top to drop of her kid. I imagine pushing her face down into her bed as I plow her pussy; her husband off at work not knowing his wife was such a slut. She is moaning my name, telling me that her husband’s is so much smaller than mine. “Bang,” my fantasy ends as the head counselor slams her big box of crafts onto one of the tables. I look down to see a little bulge in. Casting her mind back over what they had been saying, she nodded. “Sure, that would be nice” she told them, honestly not caring what they watched, as long as she could try and ignore what Max was having Niki do in front of them. And they were supposed to just sit here and eat and watch a show? Roger was clearly not moving, and Max was working the remote and getting a show ready, so it was obvious she was in the minority. Startled, she realized the Husky was on top of Niki, eagerly fucking her.